SOLEIL
the light of dawn is coming
During her vacation in Torchline, Soleil has had to adjust to the strange mannerisms of the people that seem to so directly contrast those of the Halovians she has become accustomed to. They are friendly but not friendly, sneaky but plainly obvious, like shadowy people with too-loud footsteps. Soleil, for all her sunshine, has never quite outgrown her canine brain, and these people confuse her. Not that she isn't delighted to experience such newness, but it does exhaust her at times.
The man in the water with the glowing trident is a perfect example of newness, and so Soleil immediately curves down the beach towards him, cocking her head in a curious cloud of curls.
Ah, a merman. She had seen so few as a child before her father had found her, so the novelty has yet to wear off. "Do you need help?" Blunt, but clearly motivated by a kind heart.
The man in the water with the glowing trident is a perfect example of newness, and so Soleil immediately curves down the beach towards him, cocking her head in a curious cloud of curls.
Ah, a merman. She had seen so few as a child before her father had found her, so the novelty has yet to wear off. "Do you need help?" Blunt, but clearly motivated by a kind heart.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
